A non-scientific belief
system, especially one that is based on any kind of notion of a divine
order, has some explaining to do, however. What God sanctions an
earthquake? What God protects against it? Why does the quake strike
these places and these peoples and not others? What kind of order is it
that decrees that a person who went to sleep by the edge of the ocean
on Christmas night should wake up the next morning engulfed by the
waves, struggling for life?
-- Martin Kettle
[Doctor] Rieux turned towards [Father] Paneloux.
"I know. I'm sorry. But weariness is a kind of madness. And there are times when the only feeling I have is one of mad revolt."
"I understand," Paneloux said in a low voice. "That sort of thing is revolting because it passes our human understanding. But perhaps we should love what we cannot understand."
Rieux straighted up slowly. He gazed at Paneloux, summoning to his gaze all the strength and fervor he could muster against his weariness. Then he shook his head.
"No, Father. I've a very different idea of love. And until my dying day I shall refuse to love a scheme of things in which children are put to torture."
-- Albert Camus, The Plague